enough to hold every broken person who walked through her doors. When Clara left after Lily’s birth, Evelyn had pressed a card into her hand. You call me anytime. I mean it. You’re not alone. Clara had never called.
Pride was sometimes the only thing she had left. But Lily was hungry. She pulled out her phone and found Evelyn’s number, the one she’d saved 18 months ago. Her finger shook as she typed. Mrs. Evelyn, I know tonight is busy and I’m so sorry to bother you, but I
